Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.